Chapter 11 No.11

My father had always been kind to me-he had never used a harsh word to me. My heart was full-it was almost bursting-when I went to him. The shame, the degradation, the horror, were full upon me. Surely he would hear reason. I dared not stop to think. I hastened to him. I flung my arms round his neck and hid my face upon his breast. My passionate so